Chapter 242

Lilah Hart tilted her head back slightly, breathing quick and shallow.

After finishing his wine, Gabriel Wallace began trailing kisses upward until he landed on her lips.

She closed her eyes and kissed him back, her small hands wrapping around his back.

Just then, a loud ringtone shattered the moment.

Lilah’s eyes flew open. In the next second, she pushed him away and yanked a nearby throw blanket from the couch, tossing it over herself in a flurry. “Gabriel, your phone’s ringing,” she reminded him anxiously.

Given the kind of people in his contacts, it was probably something important.

The intrusion clearly ruined the mood—Gabriel’s face turned cold and grim.

Even so, he went and grabbed his phone. One look at the screen, and his expression hardened.

He answered it with a curt tone, and in the quiet room, Ethan Blackwell’s voice rang out from the speaker. “I want to talk about Vincent King.”

Gabriel didn’t sound surprised. “You